It had been a long time since he’d done a proper spell, but Ryou figured that he should at least make an attempt to bless his friend’s marriage. If he was remembering correctly, it was easy enough, and…
… well, maybe he wasn’t remembering correctly. There certainly was quite a lot of smoke coming off of his concoction. At the very least, it wasn’t an edible concoction. Coughing slightly, Ryou fumbled around in the cloud of smoke, searching for a window to open.
Bakura perhaps out to have been used to sudden outbursts of magic now. This was not his first occasion of suddenly finding himself swept off his feet, a whirlwind of magic blazing past him and bumping him unceremoniously onto the ground.
He managed to land on his hands, toes and one knee. A position from which he promply dropped and rolled to get away from the smoke and the coughing. The roll came with an unavoidable clatter as all the trinkets in his hair swayed. But if there was one thing all these magical incidents tended to have in common, well. He hadn’t been doing anything, he could stand to wait to see if this cougher was yet another magic miswielding attractive man.
Luckily he still had the yellow paint swirled artistically around his eyes, a spell of sight which let him see the lines of the world. There was definitely a someone, and smoke wouldn’t hide him for-